The one I loved, and love still, one day I saw leaving... so slowly, so carefully... leaving. The way the sun rises, the way it sets, just like that...she was leaving. After she left, the pain of staying alive was sharper than it had ever been. She left, yet fragments of her being remained scattered. The way birds drop feathers and fly away, like that...she left memories behind. Like sun-burnt marks that stay on skin, ...she too stayed. Being nowhere, yet everywhere she alone was. And still is.
Departure
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